歌曲 | Game Don't Get Old |
歌手 | Sir Mix-A-Lot |
专辑 | Daddy's Home |
作词 : Sir Mix A Lot | |
Men have died and shot folks for this game | |
All to get a rusty bucket of nails at the end of a platinum rainbow | |
No, game [Chorus] | |
Some have died and some just lied with it (game) | |
Some have cried and others tried to get it (game) | |
Men have lied and lost their pride to get it | |
Told ya, game don't never get old (this game won't ever get old) | |
I got no kids because of it (because the game) | |
And I got no wife because of it (because the game) | |
But I got this life because of it | |
Told ya, game don't never get old [Verse 1] | |
East Lessler | |
Way, Apartment | |
D, see thee bad memories | |
Used to be the, one with no | |
TV Take back my soul, stole by one of these foes like | |
Mack Moes | |
Puttin holes in my old clothes, even stole my pose | |
Got my sky, fly, who that guy? | |
Slip 'em my third eye, falsified | |
Don't lie, break with a girl, you cry | |
If you wants game, slip me some change | |
But you must refrain, from saltin my name | |
Now your girl's at my door, | |
I told ya bro | |
Salt me, I take what's yours, that's the rules though | |
The big leagues, how can game go outta style | |
Boy you foul, slicin game with a mean ass scowl | |
Young stud .. [Chorus] | |
Some have died and some just lied with it (for the game) | |
Some have cried and others tried to get it (for the game) | |
Men have lied and lost their pride to get it | |
Told ya, game don't ever get old | |
I got no kids because of it (kids because of it) | |
And I got no wife because of it (wife because of it) | |
But I got this life because of it (life because of it) | |
Told ya, game don't never get old [Verse 2] | |
Seattle to | |
Diego, big black | |
El Dorados, my saddle | |
So straddle papa and babble until dada raddles | |
Let game resume, | |
I assume using my room to boom boom | |
If not leave soon, let me retune | |
Big saloon, says "oh, oh, I'm so low" | |
My old enzo flows, hey two | |
Diablos to go | |
But whoa, oh, but wait, oh | |
You can't be serious partner | |
You used to be scared of girls, now you smell like my imposter | |
I seen your chicky poster, fake pose, gun in holster | |
Your girl gets to me closer, tryna post up on the clothes-ac | |
You toast her, boast her, get you closer, gettin hitched up | |
Bitched up, whipped up, lost your strikes when you switched up | |
Husband .. [Chorus: w/ ad libs] | |
I got no kids because of it | |
And I got no wife because of it | |
But I got this life because of it | |
Told ya, game don't never get old | |
Some have died and some just lied with it | |
Some have cried and others tried to get it | |
Men have lied and lost their pride to get it | |
Told ya, game don't never get old [Verse 3] | |
So who's next to go pop face lock on my mack spot heads drop when my cuts flop, don't stop please | |
Mix, don't stop | |
I saw his game it ain't the same, so don't cry baby | |
Just sit by | |
Mixxy, but dimed us cam | |
D So I stack my backpack (for the raps), going to | |
Cali (comin back) | |
Tricks up my sleeve (look at that), sisters with me (who the mack) | |
I rolls with real bosses, cuts my losses in my office | |
Hot tosses, gettin steamy in these marinatin sauces | |
Now these young kids is in my gravy, hella lazy | |
But they paid see, doin things to raise me | |
They game's a little hazy, but it's cool | |
Pat, pack, rack your stack | |
He's back, put check your hat | |
And your style at the door black [Break] | |
I got no kids because of it | |
And I got no wife because of it | |
But I got this life because of it | |
Told ya, game don't never get old [Chorus: w/ ad libs] | |
Some have died and some just lied with it | |
Some have cried and others tried to get it | |
Men have lied and lost their pride to get it | |
Told ya, game don't never get old | |
Some have died and some just lied with it | |
Some have cried and others tried to get it | |
Men have lied and lost their pride to get it | |
Told ya, game don't never get old | |
I got no kids because of it | |
And I got no wife because of it | |
But I got this life because of it | |
Told ya, game don't never get old [Sir Mix-A-Lot: talking] | |
Yeah don't grab the game bull by the horns | |
Cause these horns hit balls, you know what | |
I'm sayin? | |
Tears roll down your cheek and freeze | |
Before they reach concrete | |
Game's up, feelings gone | |
You graduate to stone [Break] | |
Some have died and some just lied with it | |
Some have cried and others tried to get it | |
Men have lied and lost their pride to get it | |
Told ya .. |
zuò cí : Sir Mix A Lot | |
Men have died and shot folks for this game | |
All to get a rusty bucket of nails at the end of a platinum rainbow | |
No, game Chorus | |
Some have died and some just lied with it game | |
Some have cried and others tried to get it game | |
Men have lied and lost their pride to get it | |
Told ya, game don' t never get old this game won' t ever get old | |
I got no kids because of it because the game | |
And I got no wife because of it because the game | |
But I got this life because of it | |
Told ya, game don' t never get old Verse 1 | |
East Lessler | |
Way, Apartment | |
D, see thee bad memories | |
Used to be the, one with no | |
TV Take back my soul, stole by one of these foes like | |
Mack Moes | |
Puttin holes in my old clothes, even stole my pose | |
Got my sky, fly, who that guy? | |
Slip ' em my third eye, falsified | |
Don' t lie, break with a girl, you cry | |
If you wants game, slip me some change | |
But you must refrain, from saltin my name | |
Now your girl' s at my door, | |
I told ya bro | |
Salt me, I take what' s yours, that' s the rules though | |
The big leagues, how can game go outta style | |
Boy you foul, slicin game with a mean ass scowl | |
Young stud .. Chorus | |
Some have died and some just lied with it for the game | |
Some have cried and others tried to get it for the game | |
Men have lied and lost their pride to get it | |
Told ya, game don' t ever get old | |
I got no kids because of it kids because of it | |
And I got no wife because of it wife because of it | |
But I got this life because of it life because of it | |
Told ya, game don' t never get old Verse 2 | |
Seattle to | |
Diego, big black | |
El Dorados, my saddle | |
So straddle papa and babble until dada raddles | |
Let game resume, | |
I assume using my room to boom boom | |
If not leave soon, let me retune | |
Big saloon, says " oh, oh, I' m so low" | |
My old enzo flows, hey two | |
Diablos to go | |
But whoa, oh, but wait, oh | |
You can' t be serious partner | |
You used to be scared of girls, now you smell like my imposter | |
I seen your chicky poster, fake pose, gun in holster | |
Your girl gets to me closer, tryna post up on the clothesac | |
You toast her, boast her, get you closer, gettin hitched up | |
Bitched up, whipped up, lost your strikes when you switched up | |
Husband .. Chorus: w ad libs | |
I got no kids because of it | |
And I got no wife because of it | |
But I got this life because of it | |
Told ya, game don' t never get old | |
Some have died and some just lied with it | |
Some have cried and others tried to get it | |
Men have lied and lost their pride to get it | |
Told ya, game don' t never get old Verse 3 | |
So who' s next to go pop face lock on my mack spot heads drop when my cuts flop, don' t stop please | |
Mix, don' t stop | |
I saw his game it ain' t the same, so don' t cry baby | |
Just sit by | |
Mixxy, but dimed us cam | |
D So I stack my backpack for the raps, going to | |
Cali comin back | |
Tricks up my sleeve look at that, sisters with me who the mack | |
I rolls with real bosses, cuts my losses in my office | |
Hot tosses, gettin steamy in these marinatin sauces | |
Now these young kids is in my gravy, hella lazy | |
But they paid see, doin things to raise me | |
They game' s a little hazy, but it' s cool | |
Pat, pack, rack your stack | |
He' s back, put check your hat | |
And your style at the door black Break | |
I got no kids because of it | |
And I got no wife because of it | |
But I got this life because of it | |
Told ya, game don' t never get old Chorus: w ad libs | |
Some have died and some just lied with it | |
Some have cried and others tried to get it | |
Men have lied and lost their pride to get it | |
Told ya, game don' t never get old | |
Some have died and some just lied with it | |
Some have cried and others tried to get it | |
Men have lied and lost their pride to get it | |
Told ya, game don' t never get old | |
I got no kids because of it | |
And I got no wife because of it | |
But I got this life because of it | |
Told ya, game don' t never get old Sir MixALot: talking | |
Yeah don' t grab the game bull by the horns | |
Cause these horns hit balls, you know what | |
I' m sayin? | |
Tears roll down your cheek and freeze | |
Before they reach concrete | |
Game' s up, feelings gone | |
You graduate to stone Break | |
Some have died and some just lied with it | |
Some have cried and others tried to get it | |
Men have lied and lost their pride to get it | |
Told ya .. |